Plum blossoms, why do they bloom in winter? You can't escape the siege of winter. Chasing snowflakes is a special medicine in winter to set off your loneliness so gently. In this seemingly romantic season, I want to say: I love you plum blossom, and your beauty can't impress the cold winter wind. The special police in winter will destroy your bud, but you are still blooming brilliantly. In this dangerous season, I still want to say: I love you. I know you will die in the spring. You will wake up the flowers with your own courage. Your beauty in the snow is my eternal memory. In your colorful season, I still want to tell you that I love you.
Chapter Two: A Plum Blossom Author: Poet Zi Qiao
A plum blossom is blooming in the snow, and the north wind is bleak. A plum blossom blooms in the blurred night, cold, just like a wonderful flower, a plum blossom and a painting in an endless sea of tears.
Chapter III: Plum Blossom Author: Jiang Jing
Plum blossoms are in full bloom, and the stems and leaves are withered, because the road of missing life has been bent a lot, and because avoidance has made a beautiful and sad curve. The vast snowy mountains in my dream are quietly full of pure plum blossoms. Just like that cold season, my beloved smiled proudly at Leng Xue, as if she were the spokesperson of winter, confirming the mottled and important vicissitudes, and seemed to explain Mei's character and her joys and sorrows to the world.
Chapter four: Chimonanthus praecox
Chimonanthus praecox has blossomed. In the rustling north wind, there is a touch of goose yellow, smiling, fragrant and clanking. Finally, this soft intestine has blossomed, smelling the fragrance that every inch of your breath penetrates into your heart.
Guqin music plays a lingering sound in the bright moonlight, and the notes floating in your ears are melodious in the clear light outside the window, smelling that every dream of yours is covered with a hazy and elegant dress.
Tears flowed out of your eyes, and warm tears hung on your cheeks in the red sunset of maple leaves. The wandering soul finally has a place to stay and asks if you are afraid that my tears will wet your shoulders.
Carefully cherish the hope of a lifetime, let every spring flower bloom, let every Xia Yue bloom, let me look at the crowds coming and going, and face the years coldly. Everything has changed, and all regrets are waiting for you and me. When you are wandering, you come as promised, and the world is solemn. I smiled and shook off a tree and shook off hundreds of millions of greetings. I came quietly, with a spring breeze, a trace of warmth and affection. I left quietly with people's admiration for life, yearning for life and incomparable attachment to mother earth. I walk quietly all the year round. Maybe everyone appreciates plum blossom's pride and purity, but who knows her sadness?
Chapter VI: Plum Blossom Author: Dream Poetry Snow Fairy
When I was a student, I vaguely remembered a lyric, a cold plum stands proudly in the snow, and your strong character has been injected into my heart since then. Silently, cold ling opened snowflakes and scattered incense alone. The colder the weather, the brighter it becomes. You are the primrose of the world, full of hope and sunshine.
Plum Blossoms Plum Blossoms set off the tide of the night pillow, releasing the roaring winter wind, a beam of moonlight, a quiet gaze, a cold and precipitous calm in the world of mortals of desire, a sigh in Chen Dashan's arms, and the longing for spring once looked around, waving away the gloomy clouds in spirit, flying softly with one hand, worthy of Chun Xue's bright foil.
red lotus
You are the purity of lotus pond water under the moon, the spirit of golden fire in August, the elegant charm of red lotus, the fragrance of Jiuxi smoke tree wind and the soul of splashing ink and rain all over the sky. Red-violet elegant rhyme, moonlight, lotus pond, your fragrance, blue waves, Wan Li misses your talk, expecting flowers to bloom in June, lotus seeds to grow in July and August, with endless aftertaste. You are a brilliant summer flower, which permeates the coolness of the world.
You are the fragrance of blue waves, reflecting the brilliance of the sky. You are graceful, and your rhyme is enough for me to remember my life. Waiting for you, in the rain: waiting for you, in the rain, cicadas fall in the rain that makes rainbows, frogs raise a pool of red lotus flowers like red flames, and it doesn't matter whether you come or not in the rain. I think every lotus flower is like you, especially through the dusk and such a drizzle, waiting for you forever, moment by moment, eternity, waiting for you outside time, at this moment, in eternity, if your hand is in my hand, if your fragrance is in my nostrils at this moment, I will say, little lover, this hand should pick lotus flowers, and in the martial arts palace, this hand should shake a cinnamon pulp. You are like a poem, from a love story, from Jiang Baishi's words, rhythmically, you come. Peach blossom is still smiling at the spring breeze in the morning. Just wake up, the smiling face of the faint peach blossom has begun! Delicate and charming, that beautiful peach blossom! Peach blossom, peach blossom in spring breeze! Welcome the morning sun in silence! The sun is lonely because it has lost contact with the moon. One day, one night! Moon, leave your tenderness in the shallow watermark in the sky! What a beautiful peach blossom, shallow enough to hurt people! Did you ever know that love is so uncertain? Do you still remember the lovesickness poem that Cuihu sent you? You should remember that you are his bride! Beautiful peach blossoms! Can you still accept another person's poem and accept the impression of spring breeze in it? The impression of spring, the bride of spring, the most beautiful girl of spring! I don't know how much you yearn for it, and I don't know how much you expect it! So, I told my heart to the moon. You know, the dew in the morning condenses my thoughts and the faint hurt in my heart. Smelling your fragrance makes my heart ache! Just like the poison of lovers, can you really untie the knot only by heartbroken? Peach blossom! You are still blowing the spring breeze!